The Well of Grief: David Whyte

Click on the title for this beautiful photograph from David’s Facebook page, and profound poem.

Palace Gate Counselling Service, Exeter


Those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief,

turning down through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe,

will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,

nor find in the darkness glimmering,
the small round coins,
thrown by those who wished for something else.

David Whyte

The Well of Grief
River Flow
New & Selected Poems
Many Rivers Press © David Whyte

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